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prismatica2019-11-25 09:33 am
resurging) wrote in prismatica2019-11-25 09:33 am
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[ after an embarrassingly long time spent figuring out the functions of the communication bracelet - look, it's a lot to take in all in one go - wei wuxian types out a message that's equal parts honest inquiry and throwing things on a wall to see what sticks. ]
my respectful salute to everyone reading this. my name is wei wuxian, from the yunmeng jiang sect. i have some questions and a request, if it pleases.
[ okay, the manners part is done. wei wuxian can now go wild. ]
from what i've been told, moonlacing is the practice of creating chroma. it requires at least two willing participants, and physical contact is involved.
how much contact is needed? would exposed skin touching covered skin work? how long does one need to be in contact with their moonlacing partner in order to succeed in creating chroma, what's the bare minimum? how exactly is it stored, and can you learn how moonlacing is done? has anyone succeeded in moonlacing by themselves? are there limitations to moonlacing? does it still work if your partner is unconscious, or otherwise unable to participate due to injury or some other misfortune? how quickly can you lose chroma, what's the quickest that anyone's ever drained their reserves?
i have so many questions!
anyway, my request is this: would anyone be willing to help me test the answers to these questions by moonlacing with me? i'll be more than grateful for the help!
thank you for your time!
(ooc: related log over here!)
my respectful salute to everyone reading this. my name is wei wuxian, from the yunmeng jiang sect. i have some questions and a request, if it pleases.
[ okay, the manners part is done. wei wuxian can now go wild. ]
from what i've been told, moonlacing is the practice of creating chroma. it requires at least two willing participants, and physical contact is involved.
how much contact is needed? would exposed skin touching covered skin work? how long does one need to be in contact with their moonlacing partner in order to succeed in creating chroma, what's the bare minimum? how exactly is it stored, and can you learn how moonlacing is done? has anyone succeeded in moonlacing by themselves? are there limitations to moonlacing? does it still work if your partner is unconscious, or otherwise unable to participate due to injury or some other misfortune? how quickly can you lose chroma, what's the quickest that anyone's ever drained their reserves?
i have so many questions!
anyway, my request is this: would anyone be willing to help me test the answers to these questions by moonlacing with me? i'll be more than grateful for the help!
thank you for your time!
(ooc: related log over here!)
un: tangtang; private
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[ he assumes this is xue yang, because who else would it be? the pet name, in this case, is simply in retaliation for the casual familiarity. ]
what are you trying to tell me with that second part?
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[ he's so pleased you caught on that it was him from the contents of his post alone. ]
are we not past this yet? i love you. i would do anything for you. or with you. you only have to ask.
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really, what is this code?
[ hang on real quick though, because wei wuxian is having a Moment at these words and he is just so confused. ]
you kissed me.
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and oh you're talking about the face! it's like a painting, but with text. see?
♡( ◡‿◡ )
it's a smiling face with eyes shut and a heart. isn't it cute? there's an article on it here.
[ he links a page with a description of emoji and lots of samples, just pretend it's setting compliant. ]
they're my feelings for you.
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[ at least it would be familiar. it would be on script. xue yang killed people, and they apprehended him. it's a clear-cut situation of good prevailing over bad. but nothing wei wuxian's heard about his alleged future has yet to contradict xue yang's own account of it, of their being together, and wei wuxian doesn't know what to do with all of it.
so he defaults to being a smart-mouth, out of a lack of ideas on how to proceed. ]
it is cute, i will admit. but i deserve better pictures. if we are what you say we are, then put in the effort!
[ wei wuxian has a third fear: what has he done with xue yang? ]
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[ why is he still playing this game when xiao xingchen is here and wei wuxian is so clearly resistant to the very notion? no idea. it's fun. he likes the reactions he gets. and wei wuxian's smile— ]
it's okay if you don't care about me anymore. i'll care about you all the same.
here, i'll cut myself so you can see what happens with an injured person. that's what you want with me, right?
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if you hurt yourself on my account, i'll--!
don't do anything!
[ here's the thing: for all that xue yang is a mass murderer and a conflicting character, wei wuxian doesn't actually want to see him dead. sure, it's out of his hands if a sect leader decides to execute xue yang for his crimes. wei wuxian isn't a sect leader, though, and so he refuses to pass judgment on someone's life or death. it's not right. and if xue yang can be restricted from hurting others without having to kill him, then it would be a much better course of action to take, in wei wuxian's opinion. ]
where are you?
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it almost makes this a hard game to play. is it still a game? ]
my apartment. it's just a cut, wei ying. didn't you say you preferred us with blades in hand?
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stay put. i'll come to you. and no funny business! i'll have my sword with me.
[ don't make him regret being nice to you, xue yang. and if xue yang isn't lying, then he should know: wei wuxian's kindness, while freely given, isn't given twice in the name of forgiveness. ]
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and wei wuxian knows him, knows who and what he is, remembers fresh in his mind the corpses xue yang made of the yueyang chang clan. xue yang stares at his screen, twirls his knife, its blade clean and bloodless, and doesn't understand.
he's still calling him yangyang.
what a strange man. ]
what's 'funny business' to you? can i kiss you again?
you should hurry, xianxian. my hand might slip~
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[wei wuxian types and sends before he thinks the better of it, and he does think the better of it - but how does one take back a message that the messenger's already relayed? he slaps himself on the forehead as he jogs along, berating himself. they've fought with sharp steel and the intent to kill - and here wei wuxian is, making his way to xue yang, his heart rattling all because the man kissed him.
(it's deeper than that. the truth is -- well, that's the issue, isn't it? xue yang told him the truth, and everyone thus far has kept it from him, whether in part or in whole. wei wuxian still doesn't know how he wants to feel about the whole situation.)
(and so he runs. to xue yang.)]
no knives, and hands where i can see them. if you try anything with me, i will draw suibian on you.
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[ there was never any ulterior motive for xue yang in this, not a violent one in any case. it's still a game for him, entertainment while he adjusts to life here and plans out his days, figures out this world and his place in it. it's strange, not having xiao xingchen's life to try and retrieve, not having to answer to anyone or anything. (in so far as he ever answered to wen ruohan and jin guangyao.) stranger still not to have keep moving, keep running, to burn his bridges and then move on as he's always done.
that's the trade he made with the world, after all. that he'd never go hungry or want for anything ever again; he would simply take it, come what may.
but it seems that is beyond unnecessary here, making a living as simple as seeking the comforts he never had the luxury to chase as a child on the streets.
he has to wonder if here, under this different sky, if forgiveness for his crime of existing will finally find him. after all, his existence must be at the core of his sins, for he'd done nothing to the world when it first bloodied his teeth in the dirt, took his finger and his innocence with it. surely what's wrong has always been him.
maybe now things can be different.
idly, he tosses his knife up, lodging it in the ceiling before he climbs out of bed, setting shuanghua's pouch on his end table and propping jiangzai against the wall so wei wuxian can't get himself any more worked up over the prospect of violence. he waits for wei wuxian at the front door, arms crossed over his chest and a look of amusement on his face. when the other man makes an appearance, xue yang grins and holds up his hands to show they're empty as he's grown accustomed to doing with xiao xingchen.
everyone is so jumpy around him. it's funny. ]
Please, Wei Ying. If I was going to try something, I would've done it already. But you can draw Suibian if you want. It might be fun. [ he laughs, eyeing wei wuxian's sword in a less than wholesome way. ] I've never actually seen you use it.
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he doesn't draw suibian, in the future. he puts swordfighting behind him, and wei wuxian can't fathom the ungodly reason he would ever do so. ]
Let's keep it that way. That would be better for the both of us, don't you think?
[ his grip on suibian tightens despite himself at the way xue yang looks at him. his ears feel hot, as well, and wei wuxian tries to dispel the conflicted thrill it gives him.
intimacy. the physical kind. xue yang lays it out like a net, draggind wei wuxian in with almost sinister invitation, and wei wuxian finds himself drawn in. ]
Yangyang.
Where are your knives?
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[ xue yang laughs, pushing off the door frame to approach wei wuxian in a playful saunter. the conflicted look on wei wuxian's face doesn't fail to amuse, as he really doesn't know what else wei wuxian could have been expecting after xue yang has made it so abundantly clear that, as far as he is concerned, they are lovers in his memory. add that to the lengthy post wei wuxian made on a topic which is, at its core, all about physical intimacy, and, well.
xue yang can't really be blamed, can he?
not for the way he steps right up to wei wuxian, face not inches away. how he reaches out, gliding his fingers along suibian's shaft, the corner of his lips turned up in a suggestive smile. ]
It's fine if you want to learn what you can about how moonlacing works, Wei Ying, but you don't have to worry... You'll never want for Chroma as long as I'm here.
[ these last words are whispered against the shell of wei wuxian's ear, and before he has the chance to answer he finds his lips sealed in another stolen kiss, this one just as relentless as the first but more measured, building up slow like the coming of the tide. ]
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it's the terrible truth, however, that it does. wei wuxian's blood sings a song he doesn't know the words to, thanks to the way xue yang is taking his mouth his it's his right, and song takes up every inch of wei wuxian's mind, drowning out reason.
every inch of his body is on fire. the kiss, while uninvited, is not unwelcome, and chroma starts forming between them, the meter on their wrists ticking up, up, up from the contact. and there's the sheer pleasure of it, the plushness of each other's mouths, the wet of xue yang's tongue against the full swell of wei wuxian's lips.
wei wuxian's eyes fall closed, and he kisses back.
he learns quickly, as he does with everything. xue yang gives and wei wuxian reciprocates in kind, meeting the other halfway at a scandalous pace - it feels like sparring, in a way, learning the body language of one's opponent to match them, to counter them, to overpower them. wei wuxian has never met a challenge that he didn't at least consider rising to.
well, he's definitely rising to the challenge now.]
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when he finally breaks from their fevered kissing long enough to speak, he laughs breathlessly against the line of wei wuxian's jaw, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. ]
Do you remember yet, Wei Ying...?
[ he steps back as he speaks, pulling wei wuxian along with him. they're only a few paces from the door, and from there only a few more paces still to the bed. it's a small apartment, for which xue yang is presently grateful because that makes it easier to navigate without looking, focus entirely on leading his prey to his snare. ]
It's fine if you don't. We can learn everything about each other all over again.
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